I speak in tongues
a cunning linguist fair,
my task, should I choose to bare
parting and splitting hairs:
To define
what is and is not love
the silky words, to the nub so sublime/
for her delight in tongue/
so sharp/so deep,
in thought, I pause,
from whence who’s lips do part
the juice of life itself,
this cunning linguist’s words ,            do slip.